The boss (english translation)

5

P.O.V. Harry

I look at her eyes and she's observing me a bit confused and... scared?

"I'll make you... cum... so much... and I'm not gonna stop... till you scream and..." I caress her hip and then continue "Till you scream my name, begging me to stop." I kiss her shoulder. She opens her eyes, but doesn't make resistance, keep lying under my body "But... we both know that... it's not gonna happen... Am I right?" I draw with my tongue the surface of her smooth neck. I bite her jaw with a agonizing slowness. Every girl, in the depth of her psyche, finds exciting to hear these words spoken, I guess it makes them feel desired. Well, my intent is to make them wet just with my voice. I feel how my dirty talking brings Selena in ecstasy. I gotta admit that it always works. I can hear the repentine change of her breath. Now, I reach her earlobe and... fuck. I see, every single time, the redness running on their cheeks. I kiss her right there. Her eyelids are partly-closed and her lips opened that would like to reply, but at the end they just moan, silently asking for other indecent sentences and new dirty words and just wait for me to act. Girls hang from my lips. God only knows how this always works.

"Harry, please..." she can finally say, and it almost surprises me.

"I know babe, I know." I touch lightly with the palm of my hand her breast, covered by her lace bra "You don't want me to stop..." she nods and I get knocked into another universe, my universe "Obviously neither I go crazy for the idea of leaving you here... unsatisfied" I keep rubbing against her, which silently begs me to be touched. I maliciously caress her leg and drive it up on my hip, holding tight her nude thigh. She's wrapped and immobilized under my body and touches my face and I stay hypnotized "Now, I'm gonna fuck you like you deserve Sel." I spell every single damn letter, making sure she heard them right. Her marvelous dark eyes are ardent of luxury. I sink a finger into her, making her moan.

"Shhh." I whisper in her ear. I keep moving the finger in and out, now fast, now again slow, now round, now two fingers. Her pretty face is a few inches far from mine and my lips half-closed accept her heavy sighs, released at every touch of mine. God. She moves some lock of sweaty hair from my face and caress my cheek. I see her climaxing 'cause of me. She puts a hand behind my neck and holds the tip of my hair, with the other she lean on my arm while I'm enjoying every single moan of hers; she crushes her legs and bends the back. I put a hand on her shoulder blade and keep supporting her body while I avidly kiss her breast, provoking her nipples with my teeth. I know she's about to come.

"Not yet babe" I whisper to her. I kiss her lips and take my hand out of her black panties, before going down on my knees in front of her and putting the head between her long legs, opened by my hands. She stares at me from above with that angel-face, unsure. I move her panties on the side with two fingers before she can talk.

"I hope you'll enjoy the show" I smirk and start kissing, sucking and blowing gently her most sensitive point, making her literally scream my name.

I open my eyes and I'm confused. It's still dark outside, Selena's not underneath me and her clothes are not on the floor of my room where I thought they where. I run my hand through my hair while I try to have a quick think, when I see her, still asleep on the passenger seat of my car and I sadly realize I've only dreamed that fantastic pre-shug. Motherfucker. I snort, still staring at this fucking perfect girl: her brown and wavy hair frame her face. She's all curled up like a baby and the slit of her dress let me catch a glimpse of her leg. I notice that she's using the jacked I borrowed her last night as a pillow, she's holding it tight with her hands as someone could stole it from her or something. I can't help but drawing the outline of her curvy body with my fingertips, and even if she's asleep, my touch provokes her goosebumps. I check the time on my iPhone: it's twenty past five in the morning and it's freaking cold, so I decide to turn on the heat. I keep relaxing, pushing my back against the seat, maybe I can fall asleep again. I close my eyes but five damn minutes after, my phone starts ringing. I hope it's not Barbara again or I'll throw it out of the window. Not that I don't enjoy being with her, indeed, it's the opposite, but sometimes I just need my space and she doesn't seem to fucking get it. I hasten to answer before Selena wakes up again. I know she looked on the display to see who was calling and then pretended not to know.